Sue heard the crash and came to see what had happened.
"It is too bad," said she.
"I must get another glass put in before Mother comes home," he said.
"There is not time," said Sue. "And probably there is not so large a pane without going to the city. But we can pick up the pieces and make it look as tidy as possible."
So they picked up the pieces, and Bobby carried them off to the barrel where they kept broken glass and dishes.
When Bobby had put the broken pieces of glass in the barrel, he went into the sitting-room. How ugly the Big Window looked now, with the big, jagged hole in it and the glass cracked in all directions. He felt the chill November air coming in through the broken pane.
"It will never do," thought he. "I must get a new pane put in right away."
He went to his bank, which was standing on the clock-shelf. In it he found four dollars, which he had been saving for a long time to buy a new Express Wagon.
"I hope it will be enough," he said.
There was only one man in the village who kept window glass—Mr. Barlow, the carpenter. As fast as he could run, Bobby ran to the village, and as he ran, he kept thinking, "Will he be at home? Will he have a big glass?"